Those Who Work In The Dark

Dubois was waiting in the dark of the station, he didn't hear her approach, but felt the gun barrel press against his spine. A smile spread across his scarred lips, he continued to stare out the window to the vast blackness of space, it comforted him, reminded him of home. The planet he lived on was the leftover of a mining operation, the surface too hot to stay on an entire civilization was built underground, it made it easier on him with his skin condition. And there was always work, always one baron wanting someone else to be put in their place, and the work was good most of the time, kept him prepared for missions like the current one he was on.

"Getting sloppy in your old age."

"I knew you were coming, I figured you'd either kill me or converse with me, I hoped the conversation, but its been years Jan maybe hate has taken up the place where affection used to be." She withdrew the pistol, and hugged her old friend.

"I was surprised when you called, Rim station? You do have a quirky sense of adventure."

"I did not pick the location, she did." Jan pulled back and smiled.

"And you're sure it was a true vision?"

"It wasn't a vision, she visited me directly like the old texts speak of her, but it could simply have been a malfunction in my eye, I do have the older version and I have never upgraded." The newer cybernetics were less obvious and more human looking, Dubois's had a blue hue to the iris and if you were close enough you could hear the motors in it adjusting to track visuals.

"And you believe her?"

"I called all of you here did I not? I do not know what she wants, or why we are here, she simply told me to bring a group of you here and that it will become obvious why we are here when the time comes."

"Well I passed up a lucrative contract to get here, I hope you aren't just having a mental breakdown in your old age."

"Your trust is what keeps me going Jan, just tell the others to be ready, I have a feeling we'll be needed soon." They hugged again and Jan left, Dubois watched out the window, his eye tracking the emptyness of space looking for something, he couldn't explain what, but he felt he should keep watching all the same.